Jaime Elizabeth Davies (frogs_not_birds) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-09-13 23:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open (20), ~jamie davies |
Precognition
Characters: Jaime, open
When: late late Friday night/early early Saturday morning
Location: back lot area, in an open space
Warnings/Rating: Her mouth
Summary: Jaime has ideas and visions and things
Status: Open, ongoing
Jaime wouldn't say she didn't trust her precognition, but she rarely relied on it. She trusted that the things she saw were real possibilities, but she also maintained that the future was fluid and decisions could be changed, and futures could be altered. And for the most part, that was true. But for the most part, she applied that logic to people. People were fickle things and capable of changing their minds. Some things weren't so easily changed. While she'd done a good job of keeping her guard up (doubly so now that she was living with Buckley), things still crept in anyway. It had first been a flicker, a flash, a series of disjointed images when she'd been with a guest. Customer. Client. Whatever they were called when they were in her tent and she was spinning some ridiculously cheerful future for them. She'd kept the worst of it at bay, but when things had closed up, Jaime had retreated to her caravan to change into what she was coming to think of as her normal clothes -- the ones she'd arrived in -- before heading out again. She had told Tom she needed a minute, but she figured he was nosy and he'd be around sooner or later. Maybe if she could get in before sooner became later, he wouldn't have to come looking for her. Mostly, she just wanted to let the vision of whatever it was happen. Standing in more or less the same place she'd stood before to unleash the energy, Jaime focused on working her mind to produce the vision. With her eyes half-closed, she watched the vision as it unrolled itself. Her lips pulled into a thin line because while some of it made sense (dust storms happened a lot, she was catching on), some of it didn't. She saw the what, but not the why or the how. She didn't have any plans of telling anyone anyway -- land of freaks or not, she wasn't exactly keen on broadcasting what she could do -- but it was troublesome all the same. Maybe she'd run it by Tom later. If he saw something, maybe his vision would have some clearer clues. Opening her eyes, Jaime rubbed absently at her temples before she tipped her chin up to regard the moon. Smoothing her hair back, reasoning she should get back to her caravan before Tom came looking, she nevertheless remained standing as she was. She was considering what she'd seen and trying to find any sort of logic that would make it make sense and coming up with nothing. |